Rin suddenly sat up, glanced around the pitch-black room, then lay back down with a sense of loss.
"What the—so it was just a dream—"
She could not help muttering.
Rin rarely dreamed, yet less than two days after arriving here, she had suddenly had an incredibly long dream with exceptionally strange contents. She could only chalk it up to changing workplaces and being a little mentally unsettled.
She tossed and turned in bed for a while, but instead of falling back asleep, she became even more awake.
The rest of the dream had already grown blurry, but the image of Chen Xuan reaching out his hand at the very end kept resurfacing in her mind.
How strange.
Rin herself was a little confused. Did she really value him that much? The organization never lacked talented ability users. Recruiting someone like him had merely been a convenient move; more importantly, they had needed to prevent him from becoming part of the Gospel Faction. But why had such an ordinary matter appeared in her dream?
Since she could not sleep anyway, she simply switched on the bedside lamp, got up, and made herself a cup of coffee.
After all, ability users had excellent physical constitutions. Missing a few hours of sleep was not much of a problem.
Rin's gaze fell on the Music Box on the table again.
It sat quietly in place, as though waiting for its owner to wind it up.
She raised a hand and touched her cheek. She actually quite liked this feeling of having someone fighting alongside her. It would have been better without that miserable final scene.
And—her dream self had been far too weak.
If it had been the real her, she definitely would not have let things reach that point.
By then, Chen